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2021
Morro was a weird kid, you could ask anyone, really. He had a weird green streak in his hair that had always been there, and always confused everyone who talked to him. They asked where he 'got it done' and they always gave him a whole range of weird looks once he told them he was born with it. Sometimes, when he got really angry it would get windy and a few times trees had been uprooted, or had fallen over.
and now, 2026...
Morro had always been… strange. He knew as much from all the looks he got, and the whispers that were never low enough for him to miss. He always picked up on the hissed comments about him being "bad luck" and how the green streak in his hair was a bad omen. Morro was weird; Morro didn't belong; Morro was cursed. Most days, he was used to it. Sometimes, he got angry, and felt the wind nip at his face, and a storm would blow into town, and he thought that maybe they were right. One day, a tree was uprooted, and flew all the way down the street. Morro wasn't even near the part of town where it landed, but there was no way they would have let him stay after that. It had hit somebody, and they must have been more important than him.














